Rolling in the Mexican Deep

Kundama 'Toll'

Valentine's day

Serei pastor em breve....

Eu sou o teu pastor e irei expulsar os demónios do teu corpo... avizinha-se muiiiito trabalho...

6ª de Morte...

PQP que dores.....

estava a ver que ia conhecer pessoalmente este senhor...

Vá Dr Pinto da Costa... até mais tarde...

Zé Colmeia seu maluco

Vagueando...

Quando os génios de juntam....
O verdadeiro "Man in Black" Mr Jonnhy Cash...


The Wanderer

I went out walking through streets paved with gold
Lifted some stones, saw the skin and bones
Of a city without a soul
I went out walking under an atomic sky
Where the ground won't turn and the rain it burns
Like the tears when I said goodbye.

Yeah, I went with nothing, nothing but the thought of you.
I went wandering.

I went drifting through the capitals of tin
Where men can't walk or freely talk
And sons turn their fathers in.
I stopped outside a church house
Where the citizens like to sit.
They say they want the kingdom
But they don't want God in it.

I went out riding down that old eight-lane
I passed a thousand signs looking for my own name.
I went with nothing but the thought you'd be there too,
Looking for you.

I went out there in search of experience
To taste and to touch and to feel as much
As a man can before he repents.

I went out searching, looking for one good man
A spirit who would not bend or break
Who would sit at his father's right hand.
I went out walking with a bible and a gun
The word of God lay heavy on my heart
I was sure I was the one.

Now Jesus, don't you wait up, Jesus I'll be home soon.
Yeah, I went out for the papers, told her I'd be back by noon.
Yeah, I left with nothing but the thought you'd be there too
Looking for you.

Yeah, I went with nothing, nothing but the thought of you.
I went wandering.